Flames of a Late Summer

Dumb is the air to my late song

A song of love and pain of a late summer

Withered of its leaves and freshness

Stood my youth longing for a song

A song of love and joy of an early spring

Echoed far into the valleys of blue mountains

A song of love and pain drummed inside the breast

Every stroke cries for relief of pain

Beat oh! Heart, still you feel pain in your walls

Pump the blood as fast as you can

And swoon my senses giddy

Fast as you can numb the pain of my heart

And make me forget those happy dreams

Lonely I sing my song of love and pain

Longing to know someone to share my dream

I continue to sing my song of love and pain.